Haiku? That like the feng shui, karma thing?

[r_vecchio]

Haiku2 for r_vecchio
neither ray nor i have severe food poisoning mmm mmm mmm instant mashed potato
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What the hell is that supposed to mean?

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[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

Instant mashed potato? I wouldn't be surprised if you did have food poisoning after consuming that junk food.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

It's Haiku, Turnbull. Philosophical mumbo jumbo that's meant to confuse us. It doesn't mean anything.

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

I'm aware what I haiku is, Ray. I was simply commenting on your question.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, instant mashed potato is for wiseguys who get their butts thrown in jail by cops who prefer to eat the real stuff.

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that you agree that travesty cannot be called food. I fail to see why the 10 minutes that it takes to boil potatoes cannot be spared in the name of eating a balanced diet. Besides, you can add seasoning to real mash.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Takes more than 10 minutes to boils potatoes, Ren. And hey, Canada invented instant mash, you should go take it up with the Queen.

...D'you eat a lot of it?

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

It depends how small you slice the potatoes first.

Not really. Its not very challenging to cook.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Yeah, true. But if you slice 'em small in our house, you're gonna be slicing for a long, long time.

Potatoes can be fancy...

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

Who does most of the cooking in your household?

Indeed. Just not so much mashed ones.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Mostly my Ma. But if any of us are unlucky enough to be in the kitchen at the time, we get roped into it. Or blackmailed. Or guilt-tripped.

You haven't tried my ones.

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

Your Ma shouldn't have to guilt-trip you into helping her. How many people are there in the household to have to cook for?

Really?

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Don't make me feel bad, Ren, she likes cooking! Sure, she likes cooking with her family more but most of the time, I'm still at work when she starts. Uh, okay, well, me, one, Frannie, two, Maria, Tony, their three kids, that makes seven. My brother's kids stay sometimes so that's another two, then my Ma. So...ten.

Pretty sure you've never tasted them, yeah.

[in-a-chinashop.livejournal.com]

That's a large number of people to cook for everyday, I imagine it must take some precision to time everything to finish at the same time. I don't suppose your Ma would be willing to share a few tips some time, would she?

No, I've not tried them. I meant are they really that tasty?

[will-porter.livejournal.com]

That's not even a real haiku. Stupid thing.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah. Stupid thing.


What is a haiku?

[will-porter.livejournal.com]

It's a Japanese poem consisting of three lines. The first and third lines have five syllables, the second has seven. This thing gave you 6, 11 and 4 syllables. They're traditionally about nature, but I write them about Orli a lot.

Oh my god, I'm a geek.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Okay, so maybe it's a haiku that's bad at math?

[will-porter.livejournal.com]

Yeah! That's exactly what it is.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

I had a really weird dream with you in it.

[ooc: Actually, I had the dream with Will Porter in it!!!!! *squeal* :D I had a dream about a muse! Hehehehe. ]

[will-porter.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Uh oh... What happened??


ooc: LOL!! That's hysterical! I've had dreams about Orli and Will, but I think that's expected. Heh. Will's dying to hear what Ray has to say.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Nah, nothing like, well, nothing bad. Okay, so you were you, I was...uh, huh, I wasn't me. That's weird...Anyway, we were in a room with a white board thing that teachers write on and I was trying to get you to like me. You mighta been foreign...

Yeah, and then we were...watching TV, I was me again, and we found my one of my Armani shirts down the back of the couch. You yanked on it, which totally stretched it, jeez, and it just kept coming and coming, like a clown's handkerchief.

There was some other stuff too but that's about it. Weird, huh?

[ooc: Okay, so I was trying to hit on Will in my dream, but Ray decided to leave that bit out of his..]

[will-porter.livejournal.com]

I wonder what that means! *laughs* But that is very weird, yes. I already like you (er, even if you weren't yourself at the time) and I would never stretch your Armani shirt. I mean, really!

Seriously, I had a weird dream about Orli the other night so I'm kind of interested in interpreting stuff.

*giggles* That's a funny dream, though, Ray.


ooc: LOL!! Pup and I are dying.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Nah, I was me, I just didn't have a body in the first part. Heh, well I had a body but...I was, y'know, seeing through my eyes. The uh, the...T...V part, it was like watching a movie on the big screen. You see the difference?

Yeah, it was weird waking up and remembering it.

[ooc: *resuscitates*]

[will-porter.livejournal.com]

Okay, gotcha. *giggles* I wonder if I'll dream about you tonight now that I'm thinking about it.


ooc: LOL

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

If you do, make sure I'm stretching one of your favorite shirts.